Wicked Hollows (en Inglés) - Briar Sterling

She rented a cottage in the Maine woods to disappear.
He owned every lock on the property.

Wren Gallagher has two suitcases, a stolen skillet, and a past she's still running from. The listing promised isolation - a guest cottage on a remote New England estate, cheap enough to afford on what's left of her savings, far enough from Boston that the man she fled will never find her.

What the listing didn't mention was Thatcher Driscoll.

Landlord. Loner. The kind of man who moves through the dark without making a sound and speaks so quietly you have to stop breathing to hear him. He gave her the keys on the first night and told her there were no spares.

He lied.

A window left open that she swore she closed. A book moved on the nightstand. A blanket folded while she was in the bathroom. Small things. Things a tired mind could explain away - if her tired mind wasn't already trained to doubt itself by the last man who controlled her.

But Thatcher isn't Caleb. Caleb was loud. Caleb was chaos.

Thatcher is silence. Patience. The slow, methodical erasure of every boundary between his property and her body. He doesn't break down her door. He walks through it - at 2 AM, while she sleeps, with hands that know exactly where she keeps the knife she'll never use.

And the most terrifying part isn't that he keeps coming.

It's that she's stopped locking the door.

WICKED HOLLOWS is a full-length standalone dark romance featuring a possessive, morally black alpha hero, a heroine who trades one cage for another, and the kind of love that no therapist would sanction. This novel contains mature content including stalking, home invasion, somnophilia, voyeurism, psychological manipulation, explicit sexual scenes, and violence. Reader discretion is strongly advised.